There's a squeak squeaking around the floor,
a chirp chirping bouncing from the window to the door,
a chit chittering, a flap flapping, and bat batting somewhere above where I snore
but don't worry, there's no strangers here
It's just a mouse scurrying under the boards,
a bird in their nest singing their songy chords,
and a bat in the attic, keeping me company while I do the chores
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I heard something in my bedroom wall, I thought, their not bothering me at all.
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